Rhys' P.O.V.
"Good evening High Lord, it is wonderful to meet you" she said. Mor had just introduced me to my mate, whose name I learnt was Feyre. She was the one who I had been watching all week. She was the one whose paintings I couldn't resist. She was so uptight and I felt my heart speed up, all I wanted to do was take her in my arms and hold her, all night and all day. Her beautiful blue grey eyes were slightly red, making it evident that she had been crying. I wanted to find who did this, I wanted them punished for doing this to her, my mate. But instead I said,
"It is an honour to finally meet you Feyre, your painting skills are outstanding. Perhaps you could paint something for me one day?"
Her name was like an answer I had been searching for my whole life. The way it curved. It was truly a name of a goddess. Never in my life had I wanted something in my life as I wanted to take her home and be with her always.
In reply to my question she smiled shyly but she didn't back down from meeting my eye and said
"Of course, anything for the High Lord." "Call me Rhys" She blushed but said "Thank you... Rhys"
She then excused herself, saying she had to attend to tables and she left with a chorus of goodbyes and nice to meet you's.
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Feysand oneshots and short stories
FanfictionJust a bunch of oneshots and stories in order to calm my feysand feels, open to suggestions, all right go to Sarah J Maas, except for the plot and some characters here and there. Spoilers BTW
